"Smoking all by yourself?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door to your car opened, Satoru leaning inside through the passenger side, pouting like a baby.

"Seriously? I thought we were friends, now you're not sharing weed?"

You don't know how you ended up getting to know Satoru in the first place. You've never thought you'd be mingling with a frat boy in your freshman year of college. But fate seemed to pull you two together. You just so happened to be at a party your friends had dragged you to, sitting in the corner, minding your business with a blunt in your hand. That was, until Gojo had plopped onto the couch beside you, asking for a hit.

That was weeks ago. Now, he's here, climbing into your car, spreading his legs out like he owns the car. "C'mon, share." He motioned to the blunt in your hand.